Sita squinted her eye. The glare from the river in the sun was difficult to bear. She wondered how it would feel. She had heard drowning was painful. But she deserved a painful death.
She drew a few deep breaths. She was shaking. She had no business to be shaking. She had to do this. Before she caused any more harm. Before she destroyed everything.
She hugged herself. She now knew why she was an orphan, why she’d never been able to make friends. She knew why she’d never had anyone.
You have me, whispered a voice close to her ear. She did not turn her head. She knew there was no one there. That voice that started whispering to her the day it had all started. The day her life changed irrevocably. A year ago.